I'll let you take the wagons out, and I'll go with you till you get kinda harness-broke.

And--" "I told you I don't want the job." Ford's mouth was set grimly.
"You tried to tell me what I want and what I don't want," Mason corrected amiably.

"Now I've got my own ideas on that subject.

This here outfit belongs to me.

I like to pick my men to suit myself; and if I want a certain man for foreman, I guess I've got a right to hire him--if he'll let himself be hired.